When Doss. When Santos made an exaggerated pounce in the penalty area with a diving action that was no less difficult than 407b, the referee blew the whistle decisively.

To explain, in the evaluation of the difficulty coefficient of diving, 4 represents the inward roll, the third digit represents the number of rolls, 7 is 3 and a half weeks, and b represents the flexion body, that is, Doss. The full name of Santos's move should be called the inward flexion tumble for three and a half weeks, and in the diving competition, this movement can get a minimum score of 9.0 or more.

The referee blew the whistle and ran quickly towards the scene of the incident, and at this time Angruzzi was obviously angry, and he rushed to the referee frantically, waving his arms to show him that he had not committed a foul as he ran.

But he was a little self-inflicted, and the referee ignored him at all, and ran straight to Doss at a trot. Santos in front of him, and then held up a shining yellow card aloft in the air!

Fake fall!

Doss. The contemptuous smile on the corner of Santos's mouth suddenly turned into stiffness, and then he glanced at the yellow card in the referee's hand in disbelief, and instantly jumped up from the ground like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, and roared angrily at the referee: "Are you crazy, obviously he fouled!" Are you blind?! ……”

Just as he was about to continue scolding, a hand silently covered his mouth, and then his companions desperately pulled him away.

Because they all know that Doss. Santos' yellow card is no longer in dispute, and if he continues to curse at the referee, maybe the yellow card will turn red.

Doss. Santos glared at the referee hatefully under the persuasion of his teammates, and then he noticed that Angruzzi next to him was also looking at him, and immediately glared back like an aggressive rhinoceros, for him, this ball was definitely the referee's favoritism for the Italian team, and he was full of unwillingness.

Then the big screen on the scene began to replay the scene in the restricted area just now, and it can be seen from the slow motion that Doss. Santos rushed directly at Angruzzi, although the football slid past Angruzzi, but with his forward trajectory, he couldn't pass it anyway, and perhaps for self-preservation, Angruzzi protected his hands to his chest before the two collided, and then Doss. Santos fell to the ground.

Because the movements of the two sides were too fast, after repeated playback in slow motion, everyone guessed clearly, before the two sides came into contact. Santos already has a tendency to fall to the ground! This is a premeditated fake fall!

The large screen on the scene restored Angruzzi's innocence and also made Doss. Santos's anger looked so comical that the neutral commentator on the scene humorously ridiculed the fake fall: "Doss. Santos flew out of the way in this body hair level contact as if he had been punched by Tyson, and I think he has surpassed the principles of Newtonian mechanics and he should go to the diving competition instead of being on the football field. ”

This remark was transmitted through the microphone of the audience, causing a burst of happy laughter from the fans in the audience, and this laughter fell to Doss. Santos's ears turned blood-red in an instant.

At this time, Bella also noticed that her friend's expression was very wrong, so he walked to Doss. Santos said softly, "Giovanni, don't care what others say, put your attention back on the court." ”

Doss. Santos pursed his lips stubbornly and nodded with a subtle motion.

After this dramatic episode, the overall mood of the Mexican team was somewhat affected, they played more anxiously and organized more in the front court, and in the end, the Italian team still relied on a stubborn defense to hold on to the 0-0 result at the end of the first half whistle.

Mr. Rocca was clearly pleased with the scoreline, and he praised the Italian players at half-time before making changes to the original plan, with Dio being substituted for Descartes and Silvestri coming off for Thiboni.

Silvestri was replaced because he had already been shown a yellow card and Italy should have removed a defender as they reverted to a 433 formation in the second half.

After using up two substitutions, the Italian team returned to the football pitch in full spirit.

On the other side, Mexico also made a change, replacing striker Villalos with a midfielder Guzmán.

Obviously, after 45 minutes of unsuccessful attack in the first half, Mexico's head coach also consciously wanted the team to recycle, and in the second half, the attacking core of the Italian team, Descartes, will come out, which will pose a huge threat to Mexico's backline, so he replaced a striker and replaced a midfielder to increase the depth of the defense.

Both sides have made adjustments in the arrangement, but interestingly, the formation of both sides is exactly reversed from the formation at the beginning, I wonder if this can explain the threat of Descartes?

The Italians immediately showed a different look from the first half as soon as the game kicked off again, with their core Descartes getting their hands on the ball and then moving forward with the ball, while at the same time, at least unnamed Italians, including the likes of Foti and Mandolini, crossed the halfway line.

You know, in the first half, Mandolini crossed the halfway line as a right wing-back, and the number of times he crossed the halfway line could be counted on one hand.

In the face of the Italians' heavy pressure, the Mexican team was naturally unwilling to be killed, and their midfielders quickly met up and became entangled with the Italian players.

Standing in front of Descartes was the captain of the Mexican team, Espisa.

This is a fairly low-key player, although he doesn't have a name like Bella and Doss. Santos is so loud, but he is very calm on the court, and he is very appealing, he not only defends well, but also has a very dangerous long-range shooting ability, and can often insert long-range shots, so in the eyes of the Mexican coach, he is better than Vela and Doss. Santos is even more important.

Espisa had already been instructed by the head coach before the game, and his main task in the second half of this game was to entangle Descartes and freeze the heart of the Italian team's attack. While every team that has competed in this tournament has done so and most have failed, the Mexico head coach has confidence in his captain that Espisa will be able to do the job he has set for him.

Espisa would have liked to see what was so great about this shining opponent at the World Junior Championships, and he had studied the footage of Descartes' game, and he found that this opponent was actually only average in terms of physical fitness, but his ball intelligence was terrifyingly high, and his handling of football and understanding of the situation on the pitch were simply beyond his reach.

So Espisa would love to try his hand at a direct confrontation like this, and he hopes to improve himself and make himself stronger from this confrontation.

Descartes didn't pay much attention to his opponent at first, passing the ball quickly after Espiza's pressure came up, and then quickly started to run, spinning around and the ball fell to his feet again. But at this time, he suddenly found that the Mexican player appeared in front of him again, his position was impeccable, and he had no chance to force him.

Descartes let out a "huh", and it didn't look easy for an opponent to be able to jam a defensive position so precisely in such a frequent run. But the more he did that, the more he got his fighting spirit, and he began to roll the ball back and forth between his legs, using a simplified pendulum pass he was all too familiar with.

Espisa was also puzzled by the ball at Descartes' feet, because the ball was bobbing back and forth at Descartes' feet so fast that he could barely keep up with his eyes. Just as he hesitated, Descartes suddenly shook his ankle, and the ball slipped past his feet, and Descartes tried to force it past him.

"Leave it for me!" Espisa snorted, and as Descartes passed him, he slammed into Descartes with a subtle and timely movement, as if he was trying to turn around and hit Descartes.

However, the tremendous force coming from his body caused Descartes to be knocked out of the way a few steps, and naturally, the missing football was successfully intercepted by Espisa.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Descartes' eyes, this ball Espisa was very suspicious, but his movement was very small, the referee hesitated for a moment or did not blow the whistle, and the Italian team's attack ended in nothing.

A smile tugged at the corner of Espisa's mouth, this was the trick he was ready to use against Descartes, and he saw from the video of Descartes' game that if he tried to defend Descartes with skill and anticipation, he would die a miserable death, so he resorted to a more direct confrontation - physical. Descartes' body is not strong because of long-term anemia, but Espiza's height has reached 1.83 meters and his weight is 85kg, which is more than enough to deal with Descartes.

So Espisa didn't intend to compete with Descartes in the first place, he had only one principle: squeezing and constant physical contact. In this way, Descartes was uncomfortable and disrupted his rhythm.

It worked, giving Descartes a dumb loss in the first defense.

However, Descartes was not such an easy opponent, he glanced at Espiza, and returned to his defense zone without a word.

However, just as he was passing by the halfway line, a sneering voice suddenly came from Descartes' side: "Hmph, I thought it was so powerful, it turned out that it was squeezed away at the slightest touch, and it was simply an embroidered pillow." ”

Descartes looked up in surprise, only to find that Doss. Santos was walking past him, his eyes were not looking at him, but the words in his mouth were obviously aimed at him, is this guy provoking?

Descartes suddenly felt a hint of it, and a hint of an inexplicable smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Because he suddenly thought of the "black and hard" midfielder of the Inter junior team that he met five years ago, it was this guy who taught Descartes how to deal with trash talk on the pitch, and at the same time made him understand the price of impulsiveness.

Thinking of this "black and hard", Descartes suddenly thought of a way to deal with the Mexican team, or rather to deal with Doss. Santos' approach.

In the previous first half, Descartes had already spotted the Doss. Santos was very active, and his emotions seemed very excited, but he was a little too excited. It's like that fake fall, obviously his own speculation failed, but he yelled at the referee like a victim, which shows that his temper is very short-tempered, and his emotions are a little wrong.

Maybe this is an opportunity that can be exploited?

Descartes did as soon as he thought of it, and he quickly caught up with Doss. Santos, likewise staring at him, said, "Hey, can you teach me that diving move?" I think you have a promising future on the ten-meter board. ”

Doss. Santos's face changed instantly, he had already started learning English in order to go to Barcelona, so he could probably understand what Descartes meant, this seemingly peaceful but vicious sentence made him feel a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, he stared at Descartes with his eyes wide open in anger, and white air was spewing from his nostrils.

Descartes smiled innocently, patted his chest and pretended to be frightened, and said, "Ah, what's wrong with you?" Is that your secret never passed on? Okay, okay, I just don't learn. ”

After saying that, he smiled and waved his hand and left Doss. Santos.

See Doss. Santos was about to erupt into flames, and Bella in front of him deliberately turned to him and asked, "What's the matter, what did that guy tell you?" ”

Doss. Santos didn't want to mention what Descartes had said, but shook his head hatefully and snorted softly in his nostrils.

With a hint of worry in her eyes, Bella kindly admonished him: "You have to be careful, he may be trying to provoke you, you already have a yellow card, don't fall into their trap." ”

Doss. Santos woke up to the occasion, what a sinister guy!

He spat in the direction Descartes had left, clenching his fists fiercely.

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ps: Today's three watches, three watches! Dear, I'm vomiting blood and selling, you can't just watch and not act~~~~